Having known one of the victims of Flight 11 during my high school days (she was a couple years my senior- a fantastic person and awesome saxophonist- helped teach sax to my younger sister, and was one of the driving forces in the school jazz band, in which I played the vibraphone- who interestingly went by the nickname "Fred"), the news was a bit bittersweet. It reminded me of a wonderful caring human being murdered senselessly by a vicious megalomaniac, for no other reason than she was an "infidel" who happened to be flying on a particular plane on a particular day. As I heard the news, I rejoiced internally, but refrained from shouting for joy out of respect for my "band buddy".